Chapter 198: A Small Hand Hold, Spraying Disgust Everywhere

As time passed, more and more boys gathered around the mutton soup stall to watch Feng Nanshu.

Of course, the number of side-eyes Jiang Qin received also increased.

However, his soul was already so worn out that he had forgotten most of his high school classmates’ names and faces. Forget about someone from another class – he couldn’t even recognize everyone from his own class.

Yet Yang Shuan was extremely familiar with all of their information. He chattered away, listing them off like precious treasures.

“That one was always second place in Class 1. His monthly exam scores were always just behind my auntie’s.”

“That’s Liu He. He studies flight attendant service. Many people say he’s the campus heartthrob. He’s expressed his feelings for auntie more than once.”

“And that one, Sun Lei, is a rich second-generation. His family has some money. He often ‘ran into’ auntie by the stairwell.”

“That’s Cao Jian from Class 6. Nothing special about him. Just like me and Old Guo – a nobody.”

“…”

Yang Shuan handed a bowl of mutton soup to a customer while casually calling himself “a nobody”, causing Guo Zihang’s already swarthy face to turn even darker.

Jiang Qin smiled faintly, thinking to himself how childish and immature the kid’s behavior was. He then reached over and put the down jacket hood over the little rich girl’s beautiful face, not letting anyone else see.

“Uncle, look at their lip movements. They seem to be cursing at you now. Want to curse back?”

Yang Shuan put the lid back on the pot and asked offhandedly.

“No need, Shuan. In life, one must learn to be low-key. Even if scolded, convince others with reason.”

Jiang Qin glanced at those few people, still wearing an unperturbed expression, but the corners of his mouth slowly curved up more and more crookedly.

Seeing this smug look, the boys across from them instantly held their breaths as if sustaining ten thousand tons of damage. They immediately started cursing up a storm.

What the hell was that? The victor’s taunt?!

“See, this is convincing others with reason,” Jiang Qin said mildly.

Yang Shuan’s scalp went numb. “So this is what the fuck ‘convincing with reason’ means… learned something new…”

“Little rich girl, are you cold?”

The wind on Mount Wu’an was quite strong. The stall only had a half windbreak with the rest blocked by felt mats, but wind often seeped through the cracks. Jiang Qin himself felt a bit cold. As he subconsciously tightened his down jacket, he also worried a little about Feng Nanshu.

“Jiang Qin, my little hands are ice cold.”

The little rich girl spoke as she slipped her hands into his pockets. Her cool gaze turned misty.

“Doing this will make me very hated.”

“?”

“Forget it. Let them hate. In the end, as your good friend, I’ll improperly bear it all for you.”

Jiang Qin took her other little hand too, rubbed it a few times, and held it in his palms to warm it up for his best friend.

Feng Nanshu puffed out her pink cheeks. Her cold hands gradually warmed up and her eyes gleamed with delight.

“Jiang Qin, why are they all glaring at you through clenched teeth?”

“They’re probably just jealous of our pure friendship without any ambiguity.”

At the same time, the boys across from them finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Shaking their heads, they wanted to leave, wishing they had never come to this temple fair at all today. If they hadn’t come, they wouldn’t have seen such a heart-wrenching scene.

“Let’s go. Don’t look anymore. The more you look, the more your heart will feel blocked.”

“Maybe… they’re just friends?”

“Like hell they’re friends. Feng Nanshu is letting him hold her little hands as he pleases. Even if Zhao Gao came, he wouldn’t dare say such nonsense with eyes open.”

“What a shitty temple fair. Not a single good thing. Wasting my time, damn it.”

“Fuck, why are these roasted chestnuts sour?”

The group withdrew from the open space but hadn’t gone far when they saw a few boys from Class 2 striding over.

Walking at the very front was Qin Zi’ang, the #1 douchebag of South City High. He once created the feat of loudly declaring he would pay for everyone in the cafeteria. Although everyone called him “Young Master Qin” to his face, many people actually disliked him.

Especially Sun Lei. He was also a rich second-generation, but because his family’s construction projects relied on Qin Real Estate, he couldn’t hold his head high in front of Qin Zi’ang and was often ridiculed by him.

However, he knew that Qin Zi’ang and Jiang Qin didn’t get along in high school. It would be such a waste not to take advantage of this opportunity.

“Young Master Qin, here for the temple fair too?”

Qin Zi’ang was wearing the trendiest down jacket. He strode over arrogantly, nodded after approaching, acting so cocky that he didn’t even open his mouth.

“Jiang Qin is over there selling mutton soup. Young Master Qin, why don’t you go buy a bowl and let him serve you?”

Sun Lei forced a smile through gritted teeth, thinking: Go and let Jiang Qin fucking disgust you to death.

“You… who did you say is over there?”

“Jiang Qin. The one you don’t get along with. He’s selling mutton soup right now.”

As soon as those words came out, Qin Zi’ang’s expression changed. He suddenly recalled a few classic scenes that made his scalp go numb.

The first was the 300,000 yuan at the bar. The second was Feng Nanshu under the cool moonlight. The third was running into Hong Yan at the Linchuan University off-campus gathering.

“Fuck, there’s a dog up ahead. Road blocked. Retreat!”

“????”

Qin Zi’ang waved his hand without any hesitation and turned to run with his lackeys.

Last summer, even Jiang Qin’s godson Guo Zihang ridiculed him until he couldn’t retort. Now encountering Jiang Qin himself, how the fuck could he have a way out alive?

Go over? Go do what, get himself fucking disgusted?

Qin Zi’ang’s mind was very clear. He knew that at most, he could brag to others about being a rich second-generation. But that damn Jiang Qin dared to call himself a rich first-generation. Without any reason, you’re automatically a generation lower. Isn’t that fucking unfair?

Can’t go, absolutely can’t go!

Seeing the other party turn and leave without hesitation, the South City Punching Bag Boys were stunned for a long time, unable to recover. They thought, for a bully like Young Master Qin who would taunt even a stray dog, why did he run so fast today?

“What’s up with Qin Zi’ang?”

“No idea. Feels like a mouse seeing a cat.”

“No way, right? I remember he used to be very cocky, not submitting to anyone. How did he become like this?”

The group pondered for a good while but couldn’t come up with any clues.

They didn’t know how miserably Qin Zi’ang had been disgraced before, so they didn’t understand just how deep his psychological trauma was. They just felt it was a pity they couldn’t witness a scene of dog biting dog.

But very quickly, another opportunity arrived!

The boys hadn’t walked far when they immediately ran into two other people from Class 2.

One was Chu Siqi wearing a long white down jacket, the other was her best friend Wang Huiru who accompanied her.

Judging from the bags in their hands, they had probably also come for the temple fair.

Chu Siqi was also quite well-known at South City High School. After all, she was beautiful and had good grades. It wasn’t strange for many people to know of her.

Rumor had it that Jiang Qin once pursued her and even confessed to Chu Siqi on the day of the college entrance exam. After being rejected, he snatched the love letter back out of humiliated anger in front of everyone.

This stunt was the talk of the school back then. It was a miracle Jiang Qin wasn’t laughed to death.

Harboring the grievance of being humiliated by Jiang Qin, the boys suddenly had a different idea.

If…

If Chu Siqi appeared in front of Jiang Qin, would that crooked-mouth bastard still be able to laugh like he did just now?

“Classmate Chu, you’re here for the fair too?”

“Mm, just joining in the fun.”

“Jiang Qin is up ahead selling mutton soup. You know, the one who confessed to you on the day of the college entrance exam and got rejected.”

Chu Siqi’s eyes froze for a moment. Her smile disappeared as she involuntarily became much more downcast. “He… he’s here too.”

“Should we go over?” Wang Huiru said softly.

Chu Siqi shook her head. “Forget it, Huiru. Let’s head back.”

“Didn’t you want to eat roasted chestnuts? Even though Jiang Qin is there too, we can pretend not to see him. It’s fine.”

“I don’t want to go. I don’t dare…”

After saying this, Chu Siqi pulled Wang Huiru and walked back the way they came. But after a while, she couldn’t help sneaking a glance behind her.

The crowd was too dense. She couldn’t see anything and could only judge Jiang Qin’s location based on the billowing steam from the mutton soup. Her mood couldn’t help but turn bleak.

Did she regret it?

Of course she regretted it immensely.

The more dazzling that man became, the more she loathed her past self who only cared about being admired but missed out on a good person.

Now, she didn’t even have the right to stand a little closer like a friend and bask in his brilliance.

“…”

Seeing Chu Siqi walk away, the South City High boys exchanged glances, directly exclaiming “I fucking don’t get it”.

Qin Zi’ang fleeing in panic was one thing, but why did Chu Siqi also flee in a flurry?

You have to know, Class 2’s Chu was notoriously aloof to the point of touching the sky and had a terrible temper. How could she lose composure like this over a failed pursuer?

Also, what was with that backward glance just now?

Why was it filled with such a strong sense of unwillingness and regret?

“Young Master Sun, what do you think?”

“I feel something evil is afoot. We definitely forgot to check the almanac before heading out today.”

“…”

Jiang Qin had no idea he had unknowingly disgusted away two waves of people. At this time, he had already left Yang Shuan’s stall and was enjoying the fair with the little rich girl.

Looking around, the entire mountainside was filled with all kinds of stalls selling snacks, Spring Festival couplets, sugar figurines, miscellaneous performances, and ring toss games. It was a dazzling sight.

“Little rich girl, want to play ring toss?”

“Yes.”

Feng Nanshu took the plastic rings handed over by the stall owner, looking eager to have a go.

Ten minutes later, six rings were left but half the stall’s toy models and small ceramic cups had been successfully ringed.

“Alright, quit while you’re ahead. Look, the stall owner is about to cry. Let’s not bully people.”

Jiang Qin stopped Feng Nanshu, preventing her from recklessly buying out the stall.

“Okay, I won’t play anymore then.”

Feng Nanshu obediently listened and put down the rings in her hands, stuffing her hands back into Jiang Qin’s pockets.

“Boss, we don’t want any of the prizes we won. Running a business isn’t easy. We’ll just pick two as souvenirs. Give us back the money.”

Jiang Qin said to the stall owner, instantly giving the owner a new lease on life as he thanked them profusely with tears in his eyes.

In the end, the two of them got back the money they had spent and also conveniently picked up the little dog toy that the little rich girl really liked.

“What else do you want to do?”

“Jiang Qin, I’m a bit hungry. I want to eat exploding roasted chicken chicken and tripe claws wings.” Feng Nanshu was kind of drooling.

Jiang Qin froze for a second, wondering what the hell kind of violent dish that was. Then he looked in the direction she was pointing. “Young miss, you read it wrong. It’s tripe, roasted sausage, chicken feet, chicken wings – read vertically!”

“?”

For five minutes, the two of them strolled around the snack stalls and found that all the snacks were priced twenty to thirty percent above market price. The markup was already quite severe.

With Jiang Qin’s temper, he definitely wouldn’t tolerate this kind of vendor that ripped off customers. But in the end, he still bought a bunch.

There was no other choice. The little rich girl just wanted to eat those bizarre things. If he didn’t buy them for her, she would call him “gege”. Despite always looking cold, she would suddenly start whimpering. He really couldn’t resist that.